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 a regular schemer. Take Joe Farrell, now. Joe isn't exactly a brainy fellow, and he isn't what you'd call well-educated, but, by Jove, Joe used to have the whole season all mapped out long before practice began. When he started he knew just what he was going to work for, and he worked for it. And got it—usually."

"Oh, he was all right," Dick agreed. "Wish he was coming back. I suppose, though, if he does come it'll be too late for this season. Do you mean, George, that there isn't a high school graduate in Clearfield able to coach the team? It doesn't sound possible."

"Well, name one! Name one and I'll go and fetch him out here. All the good players have gone away, I guess. Lanny and I got a catalogue the other day and went through the alumnæ and couldn't find a football man in the lot; no one we knew anything about, anyway. Of course, we might get some of the fellows who are in college to come back for a few days at a time and help, but that wouldn't cut much ice. No, sir, you've got to have someone in charge, someone at the head. Even if he doesn't know an awful lot of football he's there; if you see what I mean."